I’ve wanted to live in Stratford’s East Village ever since I first went there. So many restaurants, bars and cute little shops to spend my Sundays pottering round, lots of lovely trees and greenery and Westfield and the rest of… View Post

You know you get that feeling when you realise you haven’t done something in ages and immediately NEED TO DO IT RIGHT NOW? Uhuh. Me too. That thing, this month, has been BRUNCH. I know. Take away my Instagram, etc… View Post

Calling all 90s babies, spice girls, destiny’s children and double-denim-wearing boyband devotees. This one’s for you. I’m pretty sure I could count on my left hand the amount of people I know who aren’t totally down with the 90s. The… View Post

One hungover Sunday, we went for brunch. This is a story that should be told every weekend, surely. I’d already had a taste of Dirty Bones chicken and waffles at their Carnaby Street branch, so getting the chance to check… View Post

Usually, my breakfasts consists of a yoghurt and granola pot at 11am when I realise I won’t be able to make it through to lunchtime without some kind of sustinence. My mornings are usually rushed and spent frantically pawing around… View Post

To be quite honest, when I think of casinos, brunch (and food in general) is pretty far from my mind. Most of my casino experiences have occurred around 3am when it’s closing time at the bar and nowhere else is… View Post